Voices of Our Ancestors
Beneath the baobab’s ancient shade,
The whispers of our past are laid,
Voices of our ancestors rise,
Echoing beneath Nigeria’s skies.
From Benin’s bronzes, art refined,
To Nok’s terracotta, time confined,
The wisdom of the ages calls,
In sacred groves and palace walls.
The drums of old, they. . .
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